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[wind-tail]

Day nine! Nine days to go till’ my birthday, and Have an extra little bill, who’s probably humming to 10 hours of rising shepherds tone

Prompts by DailyBill-Cipher

[astro-b-o-y-d]

Thinking about my KH/GF AU, kicking my feet and giggling

[tswwwit]

So I was thinking, what does Other Bill do when he gets (semi-forcefully sent) back to his universe, what happens? How are the Pines holding up? Does he take out his anger on them? What happens to Other Dipper? Does Other Bill take his anger out on him cause "hey, that's got the same face as the bastard who got me sent back here"? Or does that dubious honour go to Ford because he helped send original Bill back?

Other Bill is going to be sulking and licking his metaphorical (and a lot of very literal) wounds for a while, so any fury isn't going to be immediate! Plus, Other Ford got confirmation that some of his wards against Bill work pretty effectively, so they have a layer of protection! Combine those facts, and it's gonna while before any bloody frustrations can be thrown on them. Also, there's a chance Other Bill goes and tries to bother someone else in a sort of sour grapes attitude.

However. I do think it'd be funny for Other Bill to inevitably come storming back to take some of his frustration on those Pines, and for Other Ford and Other Dipper to sort-of tentatively try and reach our Bill for a little backup. Send an immortal being of infinite energy to kick the ass of an immortal being of infinite energy kinda thing.

Mostly because I don't think Bill's going to pick up the interdimensional call. That task would fall to the other occupant of the Fearmid's master bedroom.

[billcipher-rpblog]

i totally forgot you were forming a new gang.

just so you Know! I wouldn't mind joining if you ever need an extra person.

i'm probably good for something 📕

SURE THING, KID! MEET UP AT THE FEARMID!

[zephrunsimperium]

I’m realizing that I’ve never posted this picture from spring break back in March. (Though that makes sense, since I’d only just joined tumblr) This, for the uninitiated, is the Bass Pro Shop behemoth in Memphis, Tennessee and it looks just like the fearmid. Please note that those are three story buildings in the foreground. It is m a s s i v e.

[gfanlocalcryptid]

Fearmid: the compilation - Billford

Ford: *half of his body is still a golden statue* Bill: *playing with his hair* I think we should kiss. Ford: And I think you should die but we don’t always get what we want.

Bill: *joking about Ford's passion for Latin* You know my motto: carpe diem, carpe noctem, carpe coles! Ford: *angry but still interested* Seize the day, seize the night, what’s the last one? Bill: *coming near to him* Seize the d!ck~

Ford: *thinking aloud* I want to kiss you... Bill: *blushing* WHAT? Ford: I SAID IF YOU DIED, I WOULDN’T MISS YOU.

[seven-stars-in-his-palm]

Ngl I was kinda asking what your thoughts were on the au in a sleep deprived frenzy but I do have my own thoughts so here they are. sorry for confusion lol

I like the idea I wrote into the fic that Mabel knit a sweater with a design that can be felt for Ford. like knitting buttons into it and using raised stitches, stuff like that. I haven't yet had him wear it but I swear I'll figure out when to make him put it on.

Just... I was thinking of adding a scene in the near future where Dipper or Mabel or even both maybe begin to feel sad that Ford can't see them and doesn't know what they look like, but Ford hugging them and letting them know that he loves them regardless of his blindness, that he cares about them as who they are and not what they look like. potentially maybe just playfully describing them by what he can feel, like Mabel's sweater or Dipper's hat. just... bonding stuff.

And then... angsty stuff like Ford being taunted by Bill with the triangle using his blindness against him in cruel ways. once Weirdmageddon happens, I keep thinking about Bill torturing him by making his attacks complete surprises and leaving Ford without his assistive devices in the fearmid so he's scared and lost. just aaaaaaarggghh....

but anyway, three thoughts for you I guess lol. hope you like and I'm still wondering about what you think about the au haha.

oh my god I misunderstood you I misunderstood you I missed understood you I am going to exil tumblr and never return I’m so ashamed if someone did that to me I won’t be able to live this down there are so many things I won’t be able to live down ohhhhhhhhhh myyyyyyyyyyggggooooooooOODDDDDD—

THOUGHTS?!?!? ourgh ourgh orugh I love reading bullet points….hmmmmmmm here’s a few of mine, I think.

- ford’s relationship with braille. he must know it, right? unless you came up with another way to do that but I think he’d like to read in braille regardless. I imagine that he’d hoard books like that because he came across it so little in the multiverse that when he’d find it it was a treasure to behold. bro hoards knowledge

- the photooooo ik you’ve definitely talked about this but he’d keep it. despite how long it’s been he can still remember what it looks like. can feel the rough edges. the thing that’s bad about it is that he doesn’t know if the image is still there or fucked up or faded or Whatever, because of course he wouldn’t be able to tell. he keeps faith that it is clear, though, and when stan or someone else tells him that the photo is indeed in its pristine condition, he really appreciates it. like a lot. gives him stability to the fact that at least Something didn’t change.

- his clothes. it doesn’t matter what colors someone gives him as long as they feel the same, but yes he’d definitely appreciate a sweater he could feel. before that option was offered up to him, tho, he was chill without knowing. mabel could knit any color or pattern sweater and he wouldn’t give a shit because at least it’s a sweater. like she could put ‘world’s worst uncle’ and HE’D STILL WEAR IT PROUDLY. no shits given he actually doesn’t want anyone telling him what they look like he’d rather live in bliss thanks <3

- ford identifying people by things he’s felt….oh that. that. can’t even say anything

- ford wouldn’t have ever seen what old stan looks like. he has a deathly similar voice tho, so he can’t help but imagine stan as a younger version of himself. this helps to both assist and worsen certain situations.

- ik atla wasn’t around during his time but I’d think he’d try and learn to see Toph-Style, keyword being TRY. he of course isn’t successful, but does learn the valuable lesson of touching things to find their shapes, like rocks. he’s gotta learn how to just brave it and Touch

- and during weirdmageddon, one thing I could see bill doing is sort of returning ford’s sight sometimes? just like, little frames here or there? taunting him? making him see terrible things, what bill is doing to him and the town, and Other Things? just. returning the ability only to use it in the worst fucking possible. how the last thing ford will technically see in his life is bill, in the physical plane, hurting his family. just taking away precious things you didn’t even know you ahem y’know?

so. There’s that! not much. idk if this conflicts with any canon u got or smth of it’s what off the top of my head :) Ty for the rambling!!!!

[mozart-the-meerkitten]

So can we talk about how in The Warden and the Wolf King Janner and Kalmar break into Throg in a valiant effort to kill Gnag and save the day but their plan backfires and they get captured by Gnag, and during Weirdmageddon Mabel and Dipper break out of their prison in the Fearmid in a valiant effort to stop Bill and save the day but their plan backfires and they get captured by Bill because this thought popped into my head and I just-

@ash-grimmy since you seem to like my comparison posts

[alextwdgf01]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Gravity Falls Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Stanley Pines and Stanford Pines, platonic - Relationship Characters: Stanley Pines, Stanford Pines Additional Tags: lion king AU, Episode: s02e20 Weirdmageddon 3: Take Back the Falls, Missing Scene, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Brotherly Love ❤️, Lion Stan twins, may contain grammatical errors, give me a break I’m sick Series: Part 1 of Lion Falls au Summary:

The missing scene in the Fearmid where Stan and Ford swapped places, except in a Lion King au.

[quarantine-au]

Hurt and Trapped Chapt 6

Hiya https://archiveofourown.org/works/23729677/chapters/57408421  :p

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It was dark and late, and if it hadn’t been for the flashlight in the emergency supplies, Ford probably couldn’t have gotten home the same night. Frankly, Ford was happy enough to get out of there fast… 

  Seeing two monsters both taking his nephew’s image was something he’d rather see as little as possible.

  Going back was something he’d obviously have to do, if just for the demon, of course. Its power was something he’d have to study, if he had it in him, that is. Being involved with Weirdmageddon could wildly vary its power, ranging from a simple three eyed bird to rival Bill himself. With that kind of uncertainty, runes and wards had been a must. Keeping the monster in the cryotubes had been tempting, at first, but putting in actual thought into the idea had proven it to just be a lazy and destructive idea. What if the demon had the power to escape? The havoc it could wreck could be catastrophic! So, as tempting as the cryotubes had been, as tempting as it would’ve been to just leave the whole situation alone and be done with it, keeping it around with wards seemed to be the best option.  

  Ford would be eternally grateful towards the Oracle for showing him the wards and runes, maybe one day he’d be able to repay her.

  Shaking his head, Ford navigated his way through the forest, looking for the Shack. Tiredly walking through the dense and dark forest with only a flashlight illuminating its light across the forest, Ford found the Shack, his old cabin. It’ll be nice to have the place back when the summer is done. He’d be able to finally relax, he could even maybe try to find Fiddleford again. That’d be pleasant.

  Walking to the aged cabin, Ford slowly opened the door to avoid creaking, judging from the sky, his niece is very likely to be asleep already. Hopefully Stanley would just leave him alone or be asleep already so he could just go into the basement and try to find a way to move the demon in there. Come to think of it, things would be easier that way, no Shifty, no going back and forth, and an easier way to keep his eye on the thing. Yes! He’d just set up the lab to be a holding chamber! Or maybe that could be the second level, and the basement could be utilized for experimentation! It’d be empty and unused once he got rid of the portal pieces. Maybe he’d get it to show its true form.

  Maybe he could get it to show him where his nephew was.

   What a comforting thought.

  ——

Poindexter shoulda been back by now.

  It was getting dark, and while Stan knew that Ford could more than take care of himself, he couldn’t help but worry, how could he not? 

  He could only wish Dipper was with him, that Ford found him and was bringing him home. That Ford was only taking forever because he was helping Dipper from whatever the hell kinda situation the kids always got in. 

  He really just hoped Sixer came home with the kid in his arms unharmed.

  The whole day was spent lookin for him, Soos and Wendy promised to join in the search tomorrow, wanting to catch up with their families. They deserved the break. 

  Everyone had just lived through Hell, even if his family was still going through it.

  What was he going to tell the kid’s family?

  Christ, what was he going to tell them? He’d either have to lie or tell the truth, each option having their own set of repercussions. Lying would mean having to deal with cover stories and what those would bring, telling the truth could go a number of ways, most being bad. What were the chances Mark and Anna would believe him? Maybe if they showed Ford to them, or the basement? Maybe even the forest-y junk would work. 

  Stan sighed, looking down into the cup of coffee he was drinking, taking comfort in his yellow chair.

  Old, drained eyes stared back.

  He swirled the cup around, distorting his image in the brown liquid.

  He heard the door open and snapped his head towards the small noise. 

  “Ford, ya back already?”

  His twin froze, sighing inwardly. “What is it-”

  “Why ya home so late, Poindexter?” Stan asked rather briskly.

  “Why wouldn’t I be late? Dipper’s been missing.”

  “We agreed to be home by nine, idiot”

  “I know the time we agreed to be home by. I just…I got caught up”

  Stan glanced up to his TV, then back to his brother standing by the doorway. 

  “Your lucky Mabel’s been too distracted to be worried” He hissed.

  Ford could only sigh, “Is that all?”

  He had better things to do than bicker with Stan, dammit!

  “We’re going looking tomorrow too, Mabel will be with whoever she feels comfortable with,” Giving his brother a defeated, yet accusatory look, he continued, “You can go hide in the basement now”

  Ford could only stare incredulously at his former best friend.

  —–

  Racing through the woods, flashlight in hands, was Mabel Pines.

  She wanted to get as far away from the Shack as possible, what could be even better was going somewhere near where the Fearamid had previously been. 

  Where it had all taken place.

  Dwelling on it wouldn’t help. Just find the area and start searching again. Find Dipper where he was probably lying cold on the grassy floor and hug him to oblivion. Soon as he woke up she’d drag him home and everything would be better again. Just like it was meant to be.

  God knows how much she couldn’t wait for that. 

  The Fearmid had been over the forest right? A bit away from the town? She didn’t need the exact location, just the area. She could just search the area. 

  Arriving in what she believed to be the right area, the young girl slowed down, taking time to digest her location. It was odd, being out here so late at night. It was just something she didn’t put under her liberal term of the word “safe”. It really wasn’t if any of Dipper’s nerd junk was to be true. And looking from her window, in her comfy, warm room, she wouldn’t doubt it for a second, despite the forest’s obvious beauty. She couldn’t deny it was nice out though, the ending Summer leading to chiller Fall made it a sight to envy. The silent ambiance disturbed only by the sounds of crickets chirping. It made her both content and uneasy, somehow.

  She started to search through the late night and early morning.

  She barely noticed as the minutes turned to hours.

  Her tired mind unnoticing of the early dawn that those hours delivered to her.

  Why would she?

  The lone dirty PineTree hat sitting on the healthy grass kept distracting her.

 —–

Thanks for reading :D

[sixfingersixtails]

Setting Worries Aside

Grounding oneself after a nightmare like that wasn't exactly easy, but being away from people from other dimensions and having time to himself and his family certainly helped. Since Crescent and the kids knew what Sixer was going through, it was easy enough to offer ways to keep himself focused on the present, not what had happened before.

But now other thoughts wracked his mind, and he needed answers where no one else would see him asking the questions that preceded them.

He retreated into the woods a fair distance, not really looking for anything in particular but looking for something all the same.

It wasn’t until he reached a particularly large puddle that he stopped, considered, and dropped down onto one knee.

Sixer almost slammed his hand into the puddle, burying his hand in the mud as his eyes flashed a brighter blue again. The ripples in the water made the change in eye color hard to see, so it was almost a trick of the light from his perspective.

“Show me.”

The hissed words seemed to work as well as any spell, considering the amount of intent he had behind them.

The water stilled suddenly, becoming almost glass-like, but it didn’t reflect the forest canopy above Sixer’s head. Instead, it changed to a crazy kaleidoscope of colors that would make anyone else’s eyes melt after an extended period, but Sixer was used to this particular sight.

And all he saw were the remains of a black pyramid, chunks of the walls floating off and decaying into nothing, revealing the rooms within. The remains of a corridor that once held so many cells, the penthouse, suite -- it was exposed to the outer elements of the Nightmare Realm, and slowly falling apart.

Sixer let out a visible sigh of relief, but the spell didn’t release itself yet. There were figures around the base of the Fearmid, clearly in discussion over something.

He focused in on them, going in for a closer look.

“...told you, Kryptos, doing that was a bad idea. Just leave the guy alone, he’s caused us enough trouble.”

“C’mon, Teeth, I thought you were on my side for once!”

“Nope. After that mech-thing tore my teeth out, I say we’re done with the whole invading dimensions thing. That wasn’t the fun Cipher promised.”

There were some grumblings of agreement from the Henchmaniacs as Kryptos looked around with a confused, almost worried expression.

“But -- but guys! Ford could be so much fun now! You saw what he did to that--”

“I’m gonna stop you right there, because it’s pretty obvious that he doesn’t see us as friends like he does for the other guy.” The tendril of an Amorphous Shape -- who spoke with a few different voices at once, but not as many as a certain disassembled amalgamate -- flicked Kryptos in a corner. “Drop it, Kryptos. You were never the fun one, anyway. And now look at what happened. I bet the next time he sees us, he’s gonna--”

The vision in the puddle faded as the conversation continued, leaving Sixer frowning.

...had Kryptos been involved?

“If he causes any more trouble, I’m--”

Sixer cut himself off when he noticed his own reflection.

“...the hell?” He leaned closer to the puddle, getting a better look at the glowing blue energy that had overtaken his eyes normal coloring. As he watched, the blue faded back to his normal brown, but the sight left Sixer frowning.

“What kind of magical after-effect is that?”

[astro-b-o-y-d]

I needed an inside shot of the Fearmid for a reference and spotted this. Not a single good dancer among them <3

[irregular-book]

Anti glitched to the Fearmid, tears rolling down his face. He was so angry... But all he had the strength to do was cry.

Bella immediately noticed him running to her and practically caught him in her arms. "Anti! What's wrong? What is it? Who hurt you?"

[zonerobotnik]

I decided to play with poses and hairstyles for my Goddess Mabel au and threw in a beat-to-hell-and-back Gideon for good measure. Mabel just saved him by throwing his assailant out of the Fearmid. (Bye, Hector.)

She's got something a little easier to move around in on right now, but she'll probably change to her Goddess Dress when she battles Bill with Dipper later.

[enigmatist17]

You Are My Sunshine (FiddAuthor)

Based of the song of the same name by Jimme Davis Also I figured this would be my contribution to Week 4 of @fiddleford-appreciation-month - Friends/Family

The other night dear, as I lay sleeping I dreamed I held you in my arms But when I awoke, dear, I was mistaken So I hung my head and I cried. Fiddleford didn’t know who this strange man was, the hillbilly fast asleep in his small shack as a storm raged on outside. In this dream he felt young and spry, and a tall man with no face but a handsome voice and flattering words danced around with the southerner in a field of blue violets, often capturing Fiddleford close with sweet words. But this dream always ended the same way, the pleasant atmosphere turning grey as the man was suddenly pulled into a large hole in the ground, leaving the hillbilly a panting wreck when he would jolt out of bed. You are my sunshine, my only sunshine You make me happy when skies are gray You'll never know dear, how much I love you Please don't take my sunshine away “You have a lovely singing voice.” A twenty-one-year old Stanford hummed as he listened to his dormmate sing, Fiddleford’s face going bright red as he rubbed the back of his neck. They had just finished their last final exam, and decided to celebrate by just having a small date in their dorm, at some point Fiddleford having retrieved his banjo to serenade his partner with a goofy look on his face. “If ya say so.” Fiddleford mumbled, Ford chuckling as he placed a chaste kiss on his lips with a slight grin. “Could you honor me with another song?” I'll always love you and make you happy, If you will only say the same. But if you leave me and love another, You'll regret it all some day: “I’ll always love you.” Ford felt the words repeat over and over in his head as he watched his former partner go down the aisle to meet his new wife, a slightly strained smile on his face as he stood in his place of best man. Sure, he had been heartbroken to find that Fiddleford had found another, but he only wanted Fiddleford to be happy, and thus he agreed to be his best man even though he now felt a hole where his heart used to be. Perhaps it was time to go to that small town he had been researching about… You are my sunshine, my only sunshine You make me happy when skies are gray You'll never know dear, how much I love you Please don't take my sunshine away “Is there no one else he can ask?” Fiddleford turned to face his wife with a soft smile, motioning her to come close so he could press a kiss to her cheek. “Stanford ain’t one fer makin’ friends darlin’. Sides, it’s only a small proect and I should be home soon enough with you and little Tate, I promise.” His wife looked uncertain before she smiled softly and hugged him close. “Just stay safe, I don’t trust that friend of yours very much, not just because of your past…” You told me once, dear, you really loved me And no one else could come between. But now you've left me and love another; You have shattered all of my dreams: “Then maybe I don’t need you!” Fiddleford felt his heart lurch at the phrase spewed out by a man he had once called friend and ally, his face twisting into a snarl. “If you don’t believe, then I quit! Yer on yer own Ford, maybe that’s how it always shoulda been!” He screamed in return, leaving the cabin he had called home for over a year for the last time with his sanity and memory intact, tears of anger dripping down his cheeks as he slammed his car door shut. Conceited, self-important greedy idiot! Let him rot, maybe once he deals with the portal himself he’ll understand! Fiddleford drove off, casting only one sad glance backwards before driving off into the darkness, unaware of what was unfolding behind him. He and Bill were meant for each other. You are my sunshine, my only sunshine You make me happy when skies are gray You'll never know dear, how much I love you Please don't take my sunshine away Stanford stared up at the ceiling of what was once his den, his argument and deal with Stanley reverberating in his head over and over. Had he been too rash? He was home now, he was back in the place that had destroyed his life all those years ago, he should be happy yet his thoughts always returned to the man he had loved and cast out all those years ago. He wondered what had happened his old friend, and resolved to find that answer once he sorted out what to do with the rift he found while tearing the portal apart so it could never be used again. He missed Fiddleford, and hoped he could salvage their friendship once he apologized for not believing him about…Bill. In all my dreams, dear, you seem to leave me When I awake my poor heart pains. So when you come back and make me happy I'll forgive you dear, I'll take all the blame. ”Oh god no, please please wake up. Stanford’s voice was shaky and cracking, the man cradling a frail body close to his as the Fearmid that Bill had created shattered into pieces around them, the demon having been killed when Ford and Stan had attacked it with one of Ford’s old portal guns, the magic circle he had created weakening Bill to the point where he could easily be killed. Unknown to both Bill had pulled Fiddleford in front of him to try and stop them, Ford’s eyes going wide when the ray blasted through his old friend and partner, the man falling to the ground as Bill began to dissolve behind him. The sunny skies and the happy chirping birds were a stark contrast to Ford, the man desperately patching up a major wound in Fiddleford’s side while trying to perform CPR at the same time. “I will not lose you this time!” Fiddleford felt drops of some sort of liquid hitting his face when he started to come to, eyes weakly fluttering open to reveal the man from so many of his dreams kneeled above him, eyes wide as he worked on something, the pain telling Fiddleford it was his side. “Don’t leave me again…” “I won’t…Stanford.” Fiddleford breathed rather out of nowhere, memories returning as the older man above him smiled in what seemed relief and sheer joy. You are my sunshine, my only sunshine You make me happy when skies are gray You'll never know dear, how much I love you Please don't take my sunshine away Fiddleford smiled softly as he felt strong arms gently wrap around his middle, a familiar chin tucking itself between his shoulder. “Yer bein’ mighty affectionate there.” The southern male teased, hands plucking at his banjo as he felt a chuckle rumble in Stanford’s chest, prompting a grin from the smaller male. “I am merely making up for lost time my dearest, as I have no intention of letting you go again.” Fiddleford smiled softly as he began to play the opening notes of a song they both knew well. “I won’t either Ford…I won’t either.”

[littlepryingpandorica]

Gravity FallsxStar Wars Rebels Crack Headcanon:

Bill Cipher will return when Ezra accidentally summons him at the Sith temple (which was actually a proto-Fearamid).